February 28, 2016

I got an e-mail the other day on the heels of the tragic death of Justice Scalia from -- of all people -- that dickhead leader of the senate, Mitch McTurtle. This clown wants us to click over and sign a petition telling Obama to slow down the appointment process for a replacement.

Hell, here it is. You read it for your self.

More than a little flummoxed, I replied:

..and, of course, here was the payoff. You clicked through and signed the petition and THE VERY NEXT PAGE was a solicitation for money for the RSC:

Boy, these guys are shit heels of the first water. And, yes, I meant every word I said in my reply. It'll probably bounce but at least you all saw it.

February 22, 2016

February 17, 2016

..just a quick trip back over to the old Hot Air site to see if the Salem Tech Heads got the FB commenting squared away and to see what it looks like after someone gets run over by a cement truck and, sure enough, it ain't pretty.

Here is a snippet of some of the Visigoths' comments:

A rancid collection of puke, afterbirth, lefty drivel, and prole bleatings. Boy, one can smell the stench all the way over here. And, what's that in the thread? Someone actually calling out Allahpundit? Man, how the once mighty have fallen.

While I am not one to peer long and hard at train wrecks, I scanned a few other comment threats and believe there was some spam that crept in. Can Viagra and "Sex with Teenage Cheerleaders" be far behind?

All I have to say is that, were I Ed Morrissey, I sure would not want to have my efforts savaged by these mouth-breathing proles like this. I'd be outta there like a cheetah with my ass on fire.

In composing a "goodbye" post for Hot Air, I listed off as many as I could remember in the brief time between between a late-night bout with an incessant robo-call and my appointed sack time in order to properly say my goodbyes. It was a certainty that some treasured friends wouldbe missed so I suppose that I shall pick o up the pieces as Hot Air drifts further and further back in the rear view mirror for me.

BMORE is a gentleman whom I befriended by virtue of my coziness with another poster, Schadenfreude. The latter and I became good friends anfter a brief running gun battle on a Hot Gas post where we disagreed. Our senses, or the better angels of our nature ruled the day, fortunately, and we almost simultaneously issued sincere apologies and had been fast friends ever since. Well, BMORE tagged along and it was not too long after I linked up the fact that the macabre and grotesque photoshop/art/painting masterpieces that Schadenfreude pointed to were by BMORE's hand.

They are masterful and, yet like a traffic accident, you yearn to look away but still stare if only to take in all the bizarre gore strewn about. I have borrowed some of his paintings before and I reach once more into his archive to show his brilliance and to properly recognize what our friendship has meant to me.

Thank you, BMORE, for putting a face to that -- er --face. Stop by and visit, Bring Schadenfreude with you.

Freed from the bonds of involuntary servitude over at Hot Air, I was casting about for some Hillary detritus and struck the [grand]mother lode. Here are some of the latest treasure haul re that pathetic rayon-encrusted sack of head cheese:

February 15, 2016

It seems that Hot Air -- the marvelous creation and central focus and source for most of conservative commentary for me -- has decided to go the way of the other over-commercialized internet drivel these days and switch to the FaceBook commenting paradigm. So, what was once a family, replete with close friendships, internecine squabbles, and intense debate among a small group of long-time denizens will now be thrown open to the Vandals and Visigoths of the interwebs, the sordid rabble and legions of trolls and commercial spam shall run rampant down that mighty blog's once-pristine corridors, sacking and pillaging with mindless abandon.

..well, I am done with them.

Not to sound like sour grapes, but Hot Air's quality has been going downhill for about a year now. I trace the decline back to their employment of that puerile little sensationalist, Little Noah Rothman, who purveyed nothing-burger posts with Drudge-like click-bait headlines. It got so bad that I routinely ignored that little asshole's offerings.

Ed Morrissey maintained the quality of his work, in my opinion, and I always enjoyed his analysis -- particularly of the foundering, stumbling Obama (a.k.a., The Dickless Pharaoh) economy and the sycophantic press and legions of mindless aides in his administration who sought to make bricks with no straw and silk purses out of the sows' rectums that the steady dribble of bad stats were.

Also, late a favorite of mine was Jazz Shaw who repeatedly posted poignant and piquant posts (oh, God! Alliteration. How very corny!) on gun control and second amendment matters and the general comedy that is rife in the governing class.

I doubt, however, that I will visit Hot Air much as the thought of seeing a once-proud damsel commercialized, smeared with rouge and lipstick and parading around in a tight red sequined dress with fishnet stockings and 6-inch platform heels just sickens me. But, no doubt it will tickle the shit out of that new crowd of mirror-fogging mouth-breathers they let in the servant's entrance last night.

So it's late at night and I am tired and will probably take this up tomorrow and in the subsequent days. But I can tell you this: I fervently hope that the GOPe dick-suckers that comprise Salem management choke on a load of -- er -- issue when they discover that the clicks fade away to nothing and their precious Hot Air fades into the sleazy haze of all of the rest of the slime that constitutes polished commercialized political commentary.

Hell, I might even start up this blog again. I can say most of the stuff I want to here and not get banned. But I sure hope some of the old Hot Gassians stop by. Otherwise it just does not seem the same.